What would you rather: camp in the depths of the jungle or sip cocktails by the sea? With Khao Sok National Park less than two hours away from Khao Lak’s white beaches, Rachael Wheeler discovered she didn’t have to choose.

Elephant Hills: Getting close with the gorgeous beasts during the mahout experience

Elephant Hills: Our luxury jungle tent – who said anything about no electricity and communal showers?

Elephant Hills: Baby Haha!

Elephant Hills: Taking a dip in the pool

Elephant Hills: The whole camp is surrounded by the stunning Khao Sok mountains

Rainforest Camp: Heading off to the Rainforest Camp via the huge dam in Khao Sok National Park

Rainforest Camp: Pulling up the the amazing floating tents over the lake

Rainforest Camp: The luxury tents on the water are out of this world

Rainforest Camp: Talk about serene

The Sarojin: The view from the open reception across the lush boutique resort

The Sarojin: Whiter than white beaches

The Sarojin: One of the lovely pool villas

The Sarojin: Oh hello, massive bathroom

The Sarojin: Nearby Rainbow Waterfall, worth biking out to

The Sarojin: It doesn’t get more romantic than this

The Sarojin: Oh, perhaps it does get a little more romantic then

As a Brit, a short break to me was driving for hours up the M6, arriving at a cottage that smelled like your gran and then settling down to an argument over Trivial Pursuit.

So you can see why I was overwhelmed when it came to booking my first short break in Asia. Choosing between the dozens of options across dozens of countries seemed impossible. Torn between nature spotting in the lush tropics and lying on a stunning beach, I eventually decided it actually was impossible – so I booked both. Rainforest reserve Khao Sok National Park in southern Thailand is two hours from seaside district Khao Lak; both are two hours from Phuket Airport. It’s almost like they were created for twin-centre holidays from Hong Kong (you know, not that humans existed back then).

I wondered whether it would be a bit like going back to the Stone Age as our driver plunged deep into the huge rainforest towards the Elephant Hills tented camp. Yet, as we pulled up the long driveway, my phone blinked into life and connected to the Wi-Fi.

Elephant Hills is a tented camp with accommodation that’s nicer than my flat in London and considerably better equipped. The tailor-made tents are totally protected from jungle beasties and beautifully crafted, with running water, electricity and a king-size bed. There are 30 of them dotted around the camp, each surrounded by a thicket of greenery and with rock formations looming overhead.

While we could have spent three days hanging out by the camp pool, listening to the indistinguishable sounds of birds and monkeys, we had a full itinerary to get stuck into. We’d opted for the Jungle Lake Safari and would be touring in a group of eight, led by our cheerful, knowledgeable guide Nong.

As the camp name suggests, all tours revolve around the Elephant Experience – a great opportunity to spend one-on-one time with Asia’s biggest beasts at this quiet sanctuary. The elephants are not trained to carry tourists or perform; the experience is about becoming a mahout (traditional handler) for a few hours – feeding, cleaning and interacting with the herd.

The first task was to hack up enormous basketfuls of fruit and cleverly hide health supplements inside tasty treats. We were then able to hand-feed the elephants and give them a good scratch while they prodded us with their trunks and sprayed us with cucumber slop. At least, I hope it was cucumber slop. Next up, the elephants took a cool swim in the pond, before we scrubbed them down with a hose and coconut rind. I honestly couldn’t tell you who enjoyed it more, the old cow with her belly out… or the elephant.

After a big kiss (read: trunk suck to the face), we headed back to the camp in a canoe along the wide Sok River. As we wove through the eerie green cliffs, we spotted a python curled up in a tree, an eagle soaring overhead and a troop of macaque monkeys racing along the bank.

When all the groups came together for a sociable camp dinner, everyone was excitedly sharing their wild tales over a delightfully cheap glass of wine. I was seriously impressed with the all-inclusive buffet (announced each morning and evening with a low, rumbling gong), a mix of delicious options each day.

One thing that did take a bit of getting used to, mind, was the fairly regular occurrence of insects softly crash-landing on my back under the evening lanterns. As we clapped along to a dance by the local school (which Elephant Hills supports), I found myself throwing in my own moves; the moth hop, the beetle slap and the bat twist. But it’s to be expected when you’re surrounded by rainforest, and the enthusiastic bugs were a small price to pay.

The next part of our Jungle Lake Safari was at Elephant Hills’ second base, the Rainforest Camp. It’s one of only a few floating tented camps in the world, in the middle of Cheow Larn Lake. We reached it via a longboat cruise around the huge dam (built in 1982), passing hundreds of beautiful limestone outcrops that rise to heights of up to 900m out of the water.

Chugging into the Rainforest Camp was nothing short of unreal; ten floating tents looked out across the vast lake, with masses of rainforest behind and the Khao Sok mountains all around. Powered by solar and wind energy, each tent has the same luxuries as the jungle camp, plus a wooden platform over the emerald water.

In the centre bobs the charming communal area, where we wolfed down more fantastic meals and grabbed binoculars and books to swot up on the local wildlife, of which there was a lot. Soaring eagles, curious langur monkeys, colourful hornbills and sploshing otters. Barely a minute would go by without hearing a gibbon call out; one vaulted through the treetops as we had breakfast.

Grabbing one of the kayaks, which are at the guests’ disposal, we paddled towards the rustling trees and moored at a nearby island. There, we spent over an hour watching a delightful troop of six gibbons swinging deftly through the upper branches, eventually clambering down to check us out. At one point, we were gazing into the eyes of a ginger one ten metres away.

We spent the rest of the day sunbathing and swimming around the tent, while the rest of our group headed off for a three-hour hike. With Guy in a leg brace following surgery, it was divine to have the magically tranquil camp to ourselves. I was so emotional when it came to our final morning in the rainforest, that I headed off in a kayak at 6am to enjoy one last paddle around “Gibbon Island”.

That’s not to say I wasn’t looking forward to the second leg of our trip – which was of the “pretending to be a celebrity on the beach” variety at boutique resort The Sarojin. As we were picked up by a private 4×4 and offered complimentary drinks, a choice of music and an iPad to play with, we knew the next three days were going to be superb.

Pulling up to the beachfront hotel was like walking into a bubble. A charming five-star bubble that I became incredibly content inside and felt no desire to pop at the end of our stay. The plush, open lobby looks out across the intimate grounds – and that first glance across the traditional pond, cute low-rise chalets, endless greenery and lazy river had us grinning like Cheshire cats. There were personal touches all over the place, too, flowers and furnishings all coming together in some sort of chic, happy accident.

Our suite was no different: something special in every corner and a huge, beautifully designed bathroom. With The Sarojin’s pool looking like something out of an MTV video, we had chosen to stay in a garden residence. Fortunately, 80 percent of the other guests were honeymooners who had splashed out on pool villas, so we were often the only ones taking a dip in the main pool. The beach was also wonderfully quiet, a huge expanse of white sand stretching out towards a lush cape in the distance.

While The Sarojin does offer a number of excursions for romantics, adventurers or spa-lovers, we mostly sat and lapped up the fabulous scenery and glowing service. We divided our days between snoozing in the pool cabanas and reclining by the sea, keeping an eye out for clouds to pick the perfect time for brunch.

Which brings me to my favourite thing about The Sarojin: the magnificent all-day breakfast with free-flow sparkling wine. As part of the package, guests can stroll along to stylish restaurant The Edge at any time until 6pm and order as much food as they like off the menu. During one wet afternoon, we spent hours watching a storm approach from the ocean, sipping on bubbles and tucking into banana loaf from the on-site bakery.

We only dragged ourselves out of the resort twice, the first time for a bike ride to the nearby Rainbow Waterfall. Along the way, we passed dozens of tsunami escape routes; Khao Lak was one of the areas hit worst by the 2004 disaster. All that remains is a sobering memorial in the village. We visited this during our second excursion and saw an enormous police boat left untouched on the hill since the tragic day it was swept two kilometres inland.

From here, we stopped off at Hill Tribe restaurant, a local favourite that produces unbelievable sizzling seafood platters. Be sure to have a look at the kitchen; it’s completely open and bursting with hundreds of ingredients like something from a children’s book.

Our last evening at The Sarojin was unforgettable. During our stay, we’d seen handfuls of newlyweds chatting to the hotel’s “imagineer”, Dawid. His role is essentially to be a modern-day genie, granting wishes and making dreams come true, whether big or small. One husband was able to whisk his wife off to a deserted island, before surprising her with a beach barbecue. Another asked for a waiter to hide in the bushes with Champagne during a sunset stroll.

And upon hearing that my boyfriend Guy was somewhat less than romantic (cue an indignant gasp, followed by a resigned nod when he reads this), Dawid decided to take action. We were summoned to the pool, which had been transformed into something out of a Mills and Boon novel. The water was twinkling in the glow of hundreds of white candles, and the central cabana had been draped in flowers and silk, ready for a romantic dinner. We were even entertained by a massive and angry crab that tried to puncture our private waiter with an oversized claw.

We left the next afternoon with heavy hearts, pockets rammed with banana bread and an astounding number of memories from our six-day trip.